The new girl thinks I am a stiff, rich jerk, and I still have to hire her.
No one else can organize and run the haunted tours through the old mansions I own in New Orleans, so the Hallow’s Eve Festival lands in her hands whether I like it or not.
I may rule Halloween in this town, but her obsession with horror and jump scares is cutting into that claim.
What I do not expect is the person behind the spooky act: she is running from someone.
The hardest part of making this festival the greatest the town has ever seen will be keeping myself from falling in love with her.
